Pei Yibai moved gently, blowing lightly toward her injured area.
Song Weiyi couldn't help but giggle as she felt the tickling sensation and shrank her body.
"Does it hurt?" Pei Yibai asked while unscrewing the cap of the jar, squeezing out a small dollop of white ointment.
The ointment emitted a faint refreshing fragrance, which wasn't unpleasant.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's actually not as serious as you think," Weiyi lifted her head from the pillow and locked eyes with the man above her.
Without a word, Pei Yibai brought the ointment close to Song Weiyi's wound and only when he was about to touch it, he sneered coldly.
"It's not as serious as I imagined, thanks to Qu Xiaoxiao's doing."
When it came down to it, Pei Yibai's disgust for Qu Xiaoxiao was far less than the regret he felt for himself.
He had underestimated Qu Xiaoxiao severely, which led to Song Weiyi being unfairly implicated.
It was this underestimation that allowed Qu Xiaoxiao to provoke him repeatedly.
